You are beautiful. I’ll say it again. You. Are. So. Beautiful. I’ll tell you this every day, as many times as possible, as many times as it takes until you believe me. When I look at you, I swoon. I fall into your eyes; I swim in the center of your being. I invite you into my being. When I think of you and see your face in my mind’s eye, remember the things you have said to me, the times we have laughed together, my heart blossoms and turns toward you, wherever you are, and sighs with a smile of satisfaction. Everything is new, fresh, and astonishing. Everything is opening, layering, and building. Can you feel it? It’s there.
In my mind, I hold the precision of your words, their heady, intoxicating rhythm, their melody. I see you. I see the real you. The soul who came here full of hope and knowledge of its divine connection, its purpose. I see the soul in you who understands its important contribution to other people and this earth plane. You are perfect. Right now. Sitting there. Reading this. Sensing the connection. Returning to yourself, your true self. You are complete. Total. Whole. I can see your soul shimmering with love and I can see your body following suit. Your body houses an immense light, a truly massive energy, and it does such a good job. Can you feel this? It’s real.
I want you to know that I’ll always revel in the glory of you, your brilliant mind, staggering intelligence, your kind heart. I’ll tell you often about the beauty in you and your life, the deliciousness of your body, the depth of your being, which is like the vastness of space and holds all answers. I’ll remind you of your wonderful presence, your soul’s steadfast reluctance to be anything other than love, perfect love. I will never waiver in this. I will show you what you mean to me every day, dear, beautiful human and friend. And, I will always be here for you, sweetly reminding you of your birthright, your grandeur, your importance. I will stay, hold the line, hold the truth, give it to you whenever you need it. Come to me. I am yours.